Earlier today, John and I were taking a walk in the outskirts of the town, when we saw an old house on top of a hill. I wanted to take a closer look at it, but John looked a little spooked and mumbled something about not wanting to go there. I convinced him that there was nothing to be afraid of, “It’s just an old house which hasn’t been occupied for a while.” I told him though I wasn’t sure whether someone really was living there. We walked up the driveway, up to the house. It was huge. The place looked deserted, the grass hadn’t been mowed for ages, and everything was a mess.
Filled with anxiety, John chewed on his nails like crazy, but my curiosity had taken hold of me. I still wanted to check this place out. The door was made of wood, and looked like it could fall apart any minute. I turned the doorknob, but it fell off as soon as I laid my fingers on it. The knob rolled down the warped wooden steps and kept on rolling down the driveway, and stopped by the fence.
That didn’t make John feel any better at all. He looked like he had seen a ghost. I took a deep breath, and pushed at the door. It wouldn’t budge an inch. “Help me out here, wont you?” I said, but John kept chewing at his diminishing nails.
Only God knows why, there was nothing to be scared of. I took a step backwards, and then kicked the door. It slowly slid open, and I went inside. “Wow! What a huge mansion we ” ve got here!” John took a peek into the house, but didn’t dare go inside.
... first instinct was that someone was breaking into the house. Instinct changed to fear when I looked up and ... on the opposite wall. I screamed, Shut the door! She then slammed it cutting off the fire s ... were going to die. Sarah ran for the door that led to the kitchen and opened it allowing ... the morning to help a friend. I remember the door opening slowly, allowing the bright hallway light to enter ...
There was a huge hall in the middle of the house, with staircases to my left and right. I went right ahead, towards a glass door in front of me. It wasn’t locked, so I carefully turned the knob, which surprisingly didn’t fall off. Suddenly I felt a slight pressure at my shoulder. I turned around immediately hoping to see that John changed his mind, but there was nobody there. “Probably just my imagination getting hold of me,” I said to myself, and went on into the room.
It was a lounge, with some impressive furniture, antiques and other objects. It was a sight to see. “Get in here and look at all this cool stuff,” I yelled at John. He didn’t reply, so I went to check on him. All I found outside the house was a shoe, and his necklace. I couldn’t quite understand what was going on.
If he’d run away, he would have at least taken his belongings with him. The door slammed shut behind me, and my heart skipped a beat. I turned, and again there was nobody there. All I could hear was the breeze rustling through the trees nearby, and a helicopter flying over the town.
I admit I was a bit spooked myself now, and felt like running away, but I was fascinated by this old house, and wanted to explore it. I turned around and went back inside, the door opened easier this time. I went up the left staircase, and through a doorway. It was a bedroom that I should have never entered.
On the bed lay John, shoeless and completely pale in the face, dead. I cried, wishing we’d never entered the house in the first place. A cold breeze sent shivers down my spine and goose bumps engulf my body I found my self no longer crying. I swore revenge upon whoever that did that to my friend. Outside the room I spotted something in the hallway, it seemed to float over the floor. It must have been a shadow, I could see right through it.
It floated closer to me, and I started running away, down the stairs and towards the door heading outside. But it was locked. “I’m doomed”, I thought, and stood still. As I looked to my left, I saw a window, big enough for me to climb through. I ran towards the window, knowing that the object was still following me. The window was in a kitchen, and in one corner I saw a little white furry thing with long ears.
... deck was missing screws making the wooden floor rather unsafe. The (sight of this) neglected house was heartbreaking and drew tears to ... with great responsibility or eventually it will become rotten and run down. The thought of this makes my stomach turn and ... cared for with great responsibility or eventually it will become run down and rotten. I guess I could say that my ...
I looked behind me and saw that the floating thing had stopped in the hall. I picked up the bunny, but I quickly noticed that it had long bloodstained teeth and red eyes that stared hungrily at me. I couldn’t move. I had panicked. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my arm. The beast had bitten me and my blood was flowing to the floor.
I threw the bunny towards the wall, and then broke the window with my shoe. But something kept me back. I had sworn revenge, so I couldn’t leave this house until I had eliminated the creature that had killed John. I turned towards the hall and noticed that the bunny was running towards me, I reached into a drawer and grabbed a knife to fight it off with. I waved the knife around, trying to stab the bunny to death, and managed to do so after having my legs mauled at. The kitchen didn’t contain any form of bandages, so I started searching around the house, carrying the bloody knife with me.
At last I found the bathroom. I looked in the medicine cabinet. To my luck there were some bandages to put on my wounds. I felt the similar breeze chill my bones. I was terrified for I knew what followed. I felt someone touching me again, and ran as fast as I could.
While looking over my shoulder, I ran into a wall and blacked out. When I woke up, I felt an excruciating pain in my right leg. When I looked down, I saw the furry little creature gnawing on my leg. I grabbed a pot containing a wilted, fragile plant and hurled it towards the rabbit. It fell lifeless to the floor.
I picked up the creature, and limped towards a railing. I was now in the hall, and I saw the floating object downstairs, near the kitchen. The bunny started to move, and I quickly threw it over the railing. It hit the floating object and they melted together into a green slimy mass. The green stuff began crawling up the staircase towards me.
My leg ached so much, I couldn’t run, so I picked up bloody knife from the floor and prepared to fight it. I slashed the knife into the ooze, but nothing happened. I tried several times, but it was of no prevail. I climbed over the railing, and lowered myself by my arms down to the floor below.
The green mass followed. I walked towards the kitchen dragging my right leg behind me, but it was dark now and hard to see. Some light shone from the moon in through the windows. I searched the room roughly, and found a fork, a bottle, some broken glass, which I cut my finger on, and a flashlight. I turned on the flashlight and looked around. I found some kerosene, and put it in the empty bottle I found, and then tore a piece of cloth from my shirt and stuffed into the bottle.
... his lesson, too.' Ohh, my stomach,' said John. He felt very poorly today. He turned over on his ... filth, the air redolent with stench, and the floor of his bedroom covered in stinking brown sludge ... agony, futilely trying to bend and stiffen his legs to avoid the back of his jeans, but ... wasn't sure. Gerrrdungglebaowwfff. A classmate sitting cross-legged on the rug, immediately ahead, turned to look ...
The Molotov cocktail was ready for use. I lit the cloth with my lighter, and threw the cocktail at the primordial slime. The monster lit up like a book of matches. The flame died down and a pile of ashes was on the floor. I went up to the bedroom where John was, and was astonished to see John get out of bed like nothing had happened.
I fainted. When I awoke, I noticed that I was lying on the ground outside the house. John said that we’d better get as far away from this house as possible. I tried to get on my feet, but I just fell on the ground.
John helped me get to the hospital. As the doctors wheeled me into the operating room I felt that the whole world had been lifted from my shoulders. The doctors put a mask on my face and had me count down from one hundred. “Ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety seven… .” My head flopped to the side. “Eighty-six,” Before I knew it I was asleep.
“Aaaaaaaaaah!” I screamed. I looked around and realized I was in my own bed. It was all a dream. Everything was normal, except for the odd shadow in the corner..